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My body sprawls atop yours, my chest to your back, my arms about your neck, my weight on you, pressing down.

I feel your heartbeat, rapid, straining, matching mine. Our hearts thud, together, frantic, frightened; our heartbeats merge, become one. We merge, you ~ I no longer, now Us ~ One ~ Whole. Nothing between us.

Except. . .

A ring of shining gold, hanging about my neck, hanging about my soul.

Dividing us.

I feel it searing, branding me.

I burn. I need. I yearn.

We will close this division between us. This ring terrible/precious thing cannot divide us much longer.

Yet. . .

when it is gone. . . what then?

I feel the fiery chasm in my soul that is this ring and I wonder. . .

when it is gone. . . will all within me be dark and empty?

will your light be enough to fill the darkness?

I am so afraid.

Rasping breath, pounding heart, bodies aching, straining, striving for the ultimate effort.

Your cloak soft against my cheek.

You stop, lay me tenderly on the ground. I cannot move, even to hold you, but you take me in your arms and cradle me close.

Your breath soft against my cheek.

I summon all my strength. Open my eyes. Force a whisper past lips cracked and bleeding: "Thank you Sam."

Your body sprawls atop mine, mouth to mouth, belly to belly, heat to heat, heart to heart. I taste your breath, ragged gasps; I hear your sweat, slick naked sliding; I smell your heat, glowing, pulsing; I am your writhing body as you are mine.

I feel your heartbeat, rapid, straining, matching mine. Our hearts thud, together, frantic, frightened, our heartbeats merge, become one. We merge, you ~ I becoming Us ~ One ~ Whole. Nothing between us.

Except. . .

A ring of shining gold, encircling your finger, encircling your life.

Dividing us.

I feel it, cool, sliding, as your hand caresses me.

I burn. I need. I yearn.

We will close this division between us. This ring precious/terrible thing cannot divide us much longer.

Yet. . .

when it is gone. . . what then?

I feel the vast meadow within your heart that is this ring; laughter of children; safety; home.

When it is gone. . . will all be dark and empty within you?

Will I be enough to light you, to fill you?

I am so afraid.

Rasping breath, pounding heart, bodies aching, straining, striving for the ultimate effort.

Your hands tangled in my hair, your breath sobbing in my ear.

I clasp you with all of me, trembling, moaning against your throat, "Sean. . . Sean. . ."